Suddenly I wake up, look at my alarm clock, and realize I slept in. I was supposed to be up an hour ago to milk the cows and feed the horses. You see, I live in District 10. Today is the first ever reaping, I'm 18, and I will volunteer if anyone younger than me is reaped. My name is Annie Dylan Myth, but everyone calls me Dylan. My dad is the only one that calls me Myth. I guess it's the last name, it was my mom's not his. She died a few years back, when the bombs hit 10.
I'm running out to the barn when I hear, "Myth, I took care of your chores, the reaping is in an hour, go get ready."
"Okay, I'll meet you in the square in a half hour?"
"Yes, I'll be waiting for you."
Just as fast as I came outside, I go and get changed. I'm wearing a knee length blood red dress with one strap and an open back. Instead of pulling my waist length hair into it's usual bun, I put it in a side fishtail braid. I hate my hair, it's a weird color of brown, it's thick, it's a weird wavy type thing, it's just a mess that doesn't cooperate. If my hair is down my hair tie broke, no doubt about that, but I always carry an extra on my wrist.
I'm the saddle maker's daughter, and all of the town kids have blonde hair and green eyes. Well, I'm different, I have brown hair and black eyes. If you can find my pupils tell me, I never can.
I start to head down to the square when I run into my best friend Alex. He doesn't even try to talk, we know that one if not both tributes from District 10 will die. He's going to volunteer on the same terms as me if I do.
Our escort, apparently named Jewel Smit, showed this video, our mayor came out with the "reaping balls," and she walked over to the girl's ball. "Ladies first..." She plunged her hand into the ball, before I could even hope it wasn't me or anyone younger, I hear, "Annie Myth!"
I walk up to the stage and as I figured, no one volunteered, but the next name is the one that takes me by surprise. She calls out, "Alexander James!" My best friend. He didn't even have to volunteer. It was out destiny to be in these horrible games. Let's just hope that I win.
A/N: Constructive criticism is appreciated, SYOT is open. Just send me the tribute info in a PM or review. Please no hate, first fanfic.
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